Jin Yiseon's hands moved without rest.

Swa-a-a-a-a!

The hidden weapons, shot with a chilling sound, densely filled the space and covered it like a huge curtain.

It was a dagger curtain.

Jin Yiseon's unique martial art, which filled a certain space with hidden weapons in an instant.

But, it was a bee sting.

Just as a bee dies when it stings, with its connected internal organs torn out, Jin Yiseon's dagger curtain was also a final move that spat out all his true strength.

"Ch-Cheonyeong-ah!"

"Family Head!"

"Family Head Tang!"

Those who had retreated all let out screams like cries.

But Cheonyeong couldn't hear them.

Because all his nerves were focused on Jin Yiseon.

Cheonyeong gritted his teeth.

The dagger curtain could not be dodged.

Because he had already known it was a close-range battle and had launched the attack with the determination to die.

It couldn't be blocked either.

Wasn't it literally a poison sting?

Somewhere in the dagger curtain that was rushing towards him, there would be a poison so extremely vicious that it was hard to describe.

And although he had heard of the dagger curtain, he had never actually experienced it.

Would it be an ultimate martial art for nothing?

So he didn't know the method. How to break through the dagger curtain.

But he knew one thing.

Jin Yiseon, you are a punk who should never feel the comfort of dying on your own.

You must suffer more than anyone, and you must die more miserably than anyone.

For all the many children who died at your hands in the process of being kidnapped and raised as assassins.

So... I'll break through it.

That dagger curtain you believed was your final move!

I'll show you that you were nothing.

"Hoop!"

Cheonyeong inhaled forcefully.

The breath flows through the windpipe and inflates the lungs.

The path of the breath was up to there, but in the flow created by the breath, the dantian rages and swells.

Pa-a!

Like a torrent that has passed a dam that has burst in one go, it flows and fills the four limbs, hundred bones, and all the fine vessels of the body.

The bulging muscles are imbued with internal energy and become tougher and stronger.

Body Exchange, Ultimate Throw.

The ultimate of the Body Exchange, which does not use energy by containing it in the body, but by turning the entire body into energy.

He concentrates and emits everything he has in an instant.

In addition, what Cheonyeong chose was the Six Harmonies.

The Six Harmonies was, in the end, the most basic martial art for achieving a Qi Body.

Qi and strength, strength and will.

The three are intertwined and rotate, so the Six Harmonies is in every movement.

Cheonyeong raised his Samyang True Qi and imbued it into the sword with the Six Harmonies.

Woo-woo-ung!

As all of Cheonyeong's internal energy was contained, the sword began to tremble violently and emit light.

"Th-that?"

At the hazy burst of light, everyone's eyes, including Il-u's, widened.

The trembling became faster and more violent, creating afterimages, and it looked as if several swords were held in Cheonyeong's hand.

Kung!

With a stomp, Cheonyeong, along with the sword that had formed afterimages, jumped straight into the dagger curtain.

He became a drill himself and pierced through the huge cloth.

Tta-a-ang!

The horizontally drawn trajectory forcefully strikes and breaks the head of the hidden weapon.

Tta-a-a-ang!

Although it looked like an afterimage, as if it had the same power as a real object, the following afterimage pursues and breaks the hidden weapon.

The vertical trajectory is gradually added.

Tta-a-ang!

A diagonal trajectory overlapping a diagonal trajectory, and in addition, intersecting sword trajectories. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

In the end, countless trajectories that could not be described in any direction were created in Cheonyeong's hand.

Kwa-deu-deu-deuk!

Cheonyeong, who had hidden even his own appearance with numerous trajectories, began to deflect all the flying hidden weapons.

As if he had fallen into a state of selflessness while performing a sword form, Cheonyeong swung his sword without rest.

It was indescribable.

The start was the Six Harmonies, but the process of running was already a different sword.

It was impossible to gauge what kind of form it was, what kind of changes it had, or even whether it was a fast sword or a heavy sword.

It was faster than a fast sword, heavier than a heavy sword, and had far more changes than a phantom sword.

"Heo-eo, Immeasurable Life Buddha..."

Il-u let out a Taoist greeting without realizing it.

Even though he had the power to easily subdue him, he could not interfere.

Because he vaguely felt that Tang Cheonyeong would not allow it.

Compared to him, he was a far junior in the martial world, but he deserved to be respected.

Wasn't he surprising him, who had devoted his entire life to training the sword?

At this moment, he was not a junior in the martial world, nor the family head of a small family.

He was a warrior walking the same path as him.

And although the power contained in his sword was still weak, its mysterious use seemed to be guiding his own stagnant enlightenment to another world.

Ting!

"...?!"

But there was no time to be lost in admiration.

"Disciples, retreat quickly! Hurry!"

Il-u shouted, quickly coming to his senses.

The hidden weapons that had been deflected by the sword were pouring out in all directions.

Much faster than the speed at which the assassin had thrown them.

At the Changlim Sword Saint's shout, the Taoists of the Blue Green Sect took a position even further away and formed a siege.

"Everyone, retreat!"

Baekta also gave orders to the Wild Cats.

Only two people should be in that space.

They were fighting as if they were the only two in the world, and those who were swept away would only get unnecessarily injured.

"Yongcheon!"

"The family head..."

"This is not the time to hesitate because you're worried! Retreat quickly! If you get caught up, the kids will all die!"

"Damn it! Green Warrior Unit, take the bundles of luggage and the unconscious assassin punks and retreat to a safe place!"

"Yes!"

At Baekta's persuasion, Yongcheon quickly shouts and retreats.

He did not forget to swing his iron ball to block the hidden weapons flying towards the Green Warrior Unit.

Tta-a-ang! Tta-da-da-dang!

In the meantime, Cheonyeong was stepping forward towards the dagger curtain, as if he were a person focused only on breaking through.

Ppit! Pi-pit!

But he couldn't block them all completely.

The hidden weapons that had broken through the trajectory created by the sword, the hidden weapons that had been deflected by the sword, grazed Cheonyeong's body everywhere.

His clothes became rags, and his skin was thinly sliced and fluttered.

But it was a fight that had already reached its peak.

Whether Jin Yiseon's hidden weapons ran out, or his own sword stopped, in the end, it was a fight that would only end when one of them died.

Tang! Tta-da-da-dang!

When he reached the end of the short path, which he had walked like a long and long path of the dead.

Tta-a-ang!

The dagger curtain was torn.

"Heok, heok."

Jin Yiseon, who had sent off the last hidden weapon, looks at Cheonyeong with his bloodshot eyes, which had burst.

"Hoo."

Cheonyeong, who had barely held his breath, exhaled and faced Jin Yiseon.

It felt like all the muscles in his body would break, and he felt like he would lose his grip on the sword because his hands were weak.

But in the end, he had reached it.

In front of Jin Yiseon, who had hidden himself with the dagger curtain.

In a position where he could cut off his neck if he swung his sword...

Jin Yiseon, who had already exhausted all his strength with the dagger curtain, asked in a tired voice.

It was a very small voice, with none of the previous confidence.

"What on earth... are you?"

At Jin Yiseon's question, Cheonyeong, who had calmed his rough breathing, answered calmly.

"Tang Cheonyeong. The family head of the Tang Family's estate. The person who will become the master of Sicheon in the distant future."

"Damn it."

Jin Yiseon smiled wryly.

Damn bastard, he left only questions until the end.

But he had no more strength.

Neither hidden weapons nor internal energy remained. Not even the strength to spread a single finger.

"Would it have been better if I had used poison separately, instead of a poison-smeared hidden weapon?"

He didn't know why he was curious about that.

It just came to mind.

"Well... maybe you could have lived a little longer."

"I see."

Jin Yiseon, who had heard the answer, staggers weakly.

Teol-seok.

And he sat down.

With his back bent, and his two arms hanging limply on the ground.

"Tang Cheonyeong."

"..."

"Remember. The Salju is already... aiming for you..."

Jin Yiseon's voice fades.

Although he had many questions, it was already too late.

His energy was running out.

As a price for using up even his true origin to spread the dagger curtain.

He was dying.

But.

"Jin Yiseon."

"...?"

"Unfortunately, you can't die so easily."

"...What?"

"Because I remember it clearly."

Cheonyeong's lips, standing straight and looking down at Jin Yiseon, twist and rise to one side.

That smile was colder than a winter wind, and sharper than an icicle.

But remember what?

Jin Yiseon, whose consciousness was fading, raised his head.

Puk!

"...!"

Cheonyeong indifferently stabs his sword into Jin Yiseon's body.

And he slowly twists it.

"Keu-eu... kra-a-a-ak!"

It was an enormous pain that seemed to forcibly drag his spirit, which was approaching death, back to this world.

He couldn't bear it.

Although he had undergone all sorts of training to endure pain in preparation for various interrogations, the punk's sword made even that useless.

It was as if he knew better than anyone where to stab to cause more pain.

"Yes, scream. You should. I wanted to hear it at least once. What kind of scream you make."

"Keu-eu-eu..."

"I wanted to see. What kind of expression you make in pain."

"You punk..."

Pu-uk!

Cheonyeong smiled, and the sword in his hand once again pierced his flesh and twisted.

"Kra-a-a-ak!"

At the scream, which was louder than before, Cheonyeong's smile deepens.

No one knew the reason. Why Cheonyeong was trying to inflict pain on the assassin in a fight that was already won.

But, his expression had a monstrous evilness that could not be approached.

It was as if he was enjoying the torture itself, and was pleased with the pain.

"Jin Yiseon, you couldn't have imagined it, could you?"

"Ugh-ugh..."

"That among the many children you killed, someone would survive and take revenge on you. That they would make it so painful."

At Cheonyeong's words, Jin Yiseon's bloodshot eyes, which were in the middle of pain, widen.

"Y-you, no way?"

There was a survivor?

No way.

Hadn't he confirmed all the bodies of the dead children? Hadn't he even rotted those bodies to make corpse poison?

"What on earth are you... keu-eu-eu..."

"Ask. Who I am. If you go to the underworld, there will be a heaven full of children who will answer you."

"Y-you punk..."

Cheonyeong, who had left only an unanswered question until the end, adds one more word.

"Ah, you said earlier that the Salju would be aiming for me, right?"

"Ugh-ugh..."

"I'm the one who's aiming. I'll send them in order. Because they were punks who occupied a corner of my revenge in the first place."

What does that mean?

But Jin Yiseon couldn't ask.

Somewhere in the middle of the pain.

Seu-geok!

The sword in Cheonyeong's hand left a concise horizontal trajectory.

Tuk, de-gu-ru-ru...

Jin Yiseon's head, contorted in pain and with his eyes unable to close, rolled on the ground.

Pu-hak!

Blood gushed out.

Hu-du-duk.

It poured down like a shower.

Cheonyeong stood under the red rain, looking at Jin Yiseon's corpse.

Until he was drenched.

And he was smiling.

With a purer and happier expression than at any other time.

No one could approach him in that unapproachable atmosphere.

Everyone just stared blankly.

Bi-teul.

And Cheonyeong, whose body was stained with blood, loses his balance and staggers.

"Cheonyeong-ah!"

Yongcheon ran towards Cheonyeong before anyone else.

He ran faster than at any other time and caught the falling Cheonyeong's body in his arms.

Whatever anyone says, he is our family head.

If he killed someone so cruelly, there must have been a reason.

No, a reason is not needed.

Because he was the family head he served, and a brother bound by righteousness over a cup of liquor.

"Cheonyeong-ah! Cheonyeong-ah!"

Yongcheon, with a contorted face, shakes the Cheonyeong in his arms and calls out repeatedly.

"Stop it. My head is shaking."

"Cheonyeong-ah! Are you conscious?"

"Keuk, the poison... it seems a lot was applied."

The hidden weapons of Jin Yiseon, who had spread the dagger curtain.

It seemed that one of them, smeared with poison, had grazed his body.

After killing Jin Yiseon and his tension was released, the poison's energy rushed in all at once.

"Yongcheon-ah."

"Yeah!"

"I'm tired."

"..."

"Just a moment, I'll sleep... like this."

"Cheonyeong-ah!"

Cheonyeong's eyes slowly close.

And Yongcheon raises his head and shouts.

"Someone help! Our Cheonyeong is dying!"

Baekta, who had quickly come to his senses at Yongcheon's shout, rushes over.

"Sect Leader!"

"What are you all doing? Take Family Head Tang to the medical room at once! Hurry!"

After that cruel time had passed, the stopped Blue Green Sect began to move busily at Il-u's shout.

(End of Chapter)